12/12 The Maharajah and the Prince laughed up their sleeves and the priests swore horribly; the interjection of another element--another creed--into the complication did not suit the priestly "book." They were the only men who were really worried about Alwa. No longer garbed as a man, she had hung about the palace, and--known to nearly all the sweepers--she had overheard things. Garbed as a man again, she suddenly evaporated in thin air, and Rosemary McClean was left without a servant or any means of communication with the outside world.. |